Ch.240Lorian (2)

“Skirt…? Why the skirt…?”

It seemed like she wouldn’t follow through with his words.

Yet Lorian did as Luwellin instructed. Sitting where she was, she awkwardly gathered up her skirt.

And as soon as she lifted her skirt, Luwellin confirmed his suspicions.

Lorian was wearing underwear. Considering she hadn’t felt the need to wear any before, this was remarkable progress. But hiding what had once been openly displayed felt strange and somehow…

Oddly arousing.

Luwellin swallowed hard as he felt blood rushing to a certain point in his lower body.

‘Lorian is…’

He glanced up to observe her expression. Though confused and embarrassed…

She had simply followed Luwellin’s instructions.

She seemed unaware of the changes happening to her body, vaguely following Luwellin’s directions without understanding why.

Evidence of this was how Lorian was now blinking, not knowing what was about to happen to her.

Her soaked underwear released the distinctive scent of feminine arousal, and Luwellin unconsciously swallowed as he gazed at her womanhood.

Blood rushed to his lower body. Though he wanted to do many things, Luwellin barely maintained his rationality.

This was treatment. A medical procedure. Not really, but he couldn’t let Lorian continue vampire feeding while dripping with arousal like this.

But first, he needed to explain properly. Luwellin knew this, so he took in the sight of her womanhood visible through her underwear, something he had seen before but now viewed with fresh eyes.

“Is my… underwear strange?” Lorian asked hesitantly. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.

Luwellin stared up at her blankly.

“I started wearing underwear to stop my period from flowing… I can take it off if it looks strange…”

“No, no. It’s cute.”

He regretted saying it immediately, but Lorian didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, it was the opposite. She mumbled at his words.

“Th-thank you.”

She awkwardly accepted the compliment. For Luwellin, this was an unusual sight.

He remembered Rusilla repeatedly approaching Lorian, saying how cute she would look dressed like this, while Lorian pushed her away, insisting that as a Blood Knight, she had no need to be cute.

Now that same Lorian quietly accepted being called cute. That alone was strange enough, but there was something even more concerning.

“Have you… seen enough? Can I lower it now? It’s embarrassing…”

Her breathing was calming down since she wasn’t feeding. She still clutched her skirt tightly while her lips trembled slightly.

Her shoulders hunched.

And that word—embarrassing. While recognizing that Lorian had changed, Luwellin continued staring at her womanhood.

Having gone through her period and gained the only functioning reproductive organ among vampires, Lorian was now at its mercy.

Her embarrassment and acceptance of being called cute stemmed from there. Luwellin felt confused yet acutely aware of the blood rushing to his lower body.

Though he wanted to do certain things, he restrained himself. Luwellin shook his head.

Lorian’s eyes trembled slightly in response.

“What are you going to do?”

Luwellin took a deep breath and pressed his index and middle fingers together.

“Does it hurt down there?”

“…A little.”

“What exactly does it feel like?”

“Itchy, tingling, and frustrating.”

Lorian answered diligently. Luwellin looked at her underwear, soaked and dripping with arousal.

Indeed, that was a lot. With that much lubrication, penetration would be easy. If it were Isla, Rusilla, or Melody, they would already be begging for it.

Lorian, lacking knowledge, didn’t even know how to relieve herself. That’s probably why she had been grinding against Luwellin’s abdomen while feeding.

Luwellin felt responsible. It was his divinity and charm causing her heat, so it was true.

Therefore, Luwellin needed to resolve it. Despite being influenced by his own arousal, he mistook this for rational judgment.

“I’ll take care of it for you.”

“You will…?”

Her voice was puzzled. Though it was Lorian’s body, she wondered how Luwellin knew how to resolve it.

Luwellin nodded and elaborated.

“All women are like this.”

Lorian’s expression went blank. Luwellin didn’t notice her expression change as he looked back down at her womanhood.

For a moment, Lorian’s expression had been one of ecstasy. A subtle change she herself couldn’t understand.

By the time Luwellin looked up again, it had vanished like a mirage.

“Then, what should I do?”

Calmness returned to her voice. With some rationality, Lorian lifted her skirt higher.

Naturally, her abdomen was exposed. The defined abs forming an “11” and her smooth, almost translucent white skin.

All the way to her lower abdomen where her womb resided. It was enough stimulation to engrave temptation in Luwellin.

Indeed, even when Lorian hadn’t properly dressed herself before, Luwellin had thought:

Beautiful trash.

Trash she might be, but he couldn’t deny she was beautiful.

Luwellin exhaled, feeling the unstoppable heat in his lower body.

“First… sit here.”

Sitting at the edge of the bed with his legs down to make room for Lorian, Luwellin reached out as she approached following his instructions.

Then he removed her underwear.

“Lift your hips slightly… yes, good.”

“…It feels even more tingly and strange…”

Like a waterfall flowing against nature rather than thread, her arousal hung thick and sticky, dripping down.

The fluid flowing from her slit clung to Luwellin’s hand as he removed her underwear.

It had viscosity. A substantial amount, enough to feel sticky.

Luwellin briefly considered, then looked at Lorian’s underwear, especially the part that had touched her entrance.

It looked temptingly wet with arousal. Luwellin swallowed briefly, then demonstratively pressed his joined index and middle fingers against the underwear.

“Luwellin…?”

“Watch.”

He spread the arousal onto his fingers. Between his fingers, to the tips of his nails, the fluid emitted a faint tangy scent mixed with something slightly fishy.

Not repulsive, but instinctively recognized as an erotic scent.

A scent that drives men wild. Realizing that Lorian had transformed from a killing machine and superhuman species into a woman, Luwellin raised his fingers coated with her arousal.

His sticky, wet fingers were visible.

The last line of defense where Luwellin’s conscience could hold, though even his conscience had retreated before desire.

Luwellin brought those fingers to Lorian’s tightly closed slit.

“What—”

“You want more blood, right?”

Lorian’s shoulders flinched. Luwellin’s neck was right at her eye level.

Her unbeating heart seemed to race violently. It felt like it would jump out of her mouth.

So, as if trying to suppress her leaping heart, Lorian hastily bit into Luwellin’s neck, leaving teeth marks.

A sharp, stinging pain. The tips of Luwellin’s fingers also penetrated inside Lorian.

With eyes closed, licking the bite marks she’d made while preparing to suck blood, Lorian squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.

Something was coming. Instinctively, her thighs tried to close.

But Luwellin’s large, sturdy hand prevented it.

Her legs couldn’t close. Though she trembled and shuddered, Luwellin continued gently rubbing her entrance with his fingertips.

Even that made her hips buck. When Luwellin’s thick arm supported her trembling body, Lorian realized:

She couldn’t resist anything in Luwellin’s hands.

What came with this realization wasn’t helplessness or despair.

It was inexplicable satisfaction and excitement. Not understanding why, Lorian wrapped her arms around Luwellin’s waist. Though unconscious, the effect was clear.

She continued feeding. The consumed life force stimulated regeneration, and regeneration enhanced divinity.

His charm intensified. The strengthened charm brought stronger heat to Lorian.

A gush of arousal flowed out. Enough to soak Luwellin’s entire hand. Copious amounts of arousal dripped onto the floor.

Luwellin looked at what could only be described as a “mouth-watering hole” and barely regained his senses.

The weakening sensation and pain in his neck helped. Luwellin rubbed her entrance.

Squelch, squish—the wet sounds with each stroke revealed how hungry Lorian’s womanhood was.

Despite having only recently developed, having been smooth and featureless before.

It was earnestly desiring a man, a phallus. It was lapping at Luwellin’s fingers as if they were a penis, mouth agape.

Naturally, Luwellin’s manhood throbbed in his pants, screaming to be let in.

His instincts urged him to dominate this female. It would only mean replacing fingers with his manhood. Lorian would be satisfied too. His instincts whispered, but Luwellin desperately suppressed them and exhaled deeply.

“I’m going to move. Keep drinking.”

“Ah, n-nnngh.”

A moan followed by what sounded like “no.” Unable to drink Luwellin’s blood, she curled up against his chest.

She struggled to close her thighs, but Luwellin held them open while massaging them, moving his fingers back and forth.

Squelch, squish, slick, slap. With these continuous sounds came sweet, feminine moans unlike Lorian’s usually solemn voice.

Moans that would drive even Luwellin, accustomed to women, crazy. A part of Luwellin responded, throbbing in his pants and poking against Lorian’s thigh.

“I said keep drinking.”

Luwellin said this while continuing to move his fingers. There was a calculation that completing the blood feeding during this time would be convenient and prevent problems.

But once he started moving, he couldn’t stop. Not inserting his manhood was a wise decision.

If he had, he would have been ravaging her with the intent to impregnate until someone came looking for them, rather than allowing her to feed.

He would have laid her on the bed, asking if she could feel him entering her womb.

Or he would have taken her from behind, thrusting his manhood deep into her womb repeatedly.

Just imagining it made his manhood throb and leak pre-cum.

Luwellin ignored his instincts, which seemed to whisper that there was no reason not to, and continued moving his fingers with ragged breaths.

He tapped her womb with two fingers. When she responded with cute, delicate screams, Luwellin spread his two fingers to stroke around her cervix.

When that made her writhe and scream, Luwellin flicked her cervix with his fingers and withdrew his curved fingers to her entrance.

Then, as her vaginal walls were scraped, fluid gushed from her urethra and her thighs convulsed continuously. As Lorian threw her head back with screaming moans, Luwellin could see her face wet with tears.

A completely broken face, unrecognizable from her usually solemn, pretty appearance. Before Luwellin could think, he brought his lips close, then bit them.

Blood flowed freely. He had bitten too hard in his attempt at self-control. Oh no, this would—

Lorian’s eyes darted, and her tear-stained face stole his lips. Her overlapping lips traced Luwellin’s as if possessed, her tongue roamed his mouth, and her lips sucked the blood from his burst lip, spreading humming moans into Luwellin’s mouth.

The arms that had been around Luwellin’s waist were now released, clutching at Luwellin’s probing hand in a motion that could either be stopping or encouraging him.

Half hindrance, half help. A primal restraint with not a hint of rationality. Luwellin felt this but continued his caresses regardless of Lorian’s arms.

Squirt—another jet of fluid soaked his hand. Repeated climaxes were making Lorian’s eyes hazy.

Lorian’s eyes, meeting Luwellin’s but half-open and increasingly clouded.

Luwellin closed his eyes as he gazed at those beautiful ruby-red eyes. He accelerated his hand movements to their limit.

Lorian’s eyes widened, breaking the kiss to release a moan.

It was loud. But unavoidable. An overwhelming, storm-like climax was engulfing her.

Rationality was torn apart. Only instinct remained. Lorian gritted her teeth, threw back her head, and curled up repeatedly, gasping through countless successive climaxes.

A level of climax that would cause respiratory distress in a human. Realizing they were reaching a limit, Luwellin withdrew his fingers.

Fluid burst out like water. Lorian shook her legs and entire body with unseemly sounds.

But it couldn’t be helped. They would be late otherwise. Luwellin mounted Lorian as she collapsed on the bed and presented his manhood to her face.

His suppressed manhood throbbed, and Lorian looked at it while gasping.

The moment she saw it, she unconsciously opened her mouth.

“Open your mouth.”

And Lorian was a loyal, devoted, good Blood Knight.

Absolute obedience to her master was natural, even without rationality. She opened her already parted lips and extended her tongue.

“I’m coming…!”

Luwellin ejaculated.

It was an extremely long ejaculation. Achieved without touching, purely from visual stimulation and the situation.

The thick semen covered Lorian’s pale yet beautiful face, coating her throat, mouth, and tongue.

As if that wasn’t enough, some stuck to her bangs, and some even soaked the front of her skirt.

Finally, the ejaculation ended, and as Luwellin looked at it, he thought it was arousing rather than thinking he was screwed—a satisfying and excellent ejaculation.

But the realization that he was screwed remained after the excitement. Luwellin froze, still holding the base of his manhood.

But Lorian swallowed the semen filling her mouth.

Gulp, cough, gulp.

Her small mouth swallowing in several portions. The mouth that had always swallowed and digested the blood of other living beings received her lord and beloved man’s semen for the first time, and swallowed it as if she had longed for it all her life.

Luwellin’s manhood, which had started to go limp, gradually stiffened again. As if entranced, Luwellin inserted his manhood into Lorian’s mouth.

Strangely, he didn’t worry about being bitten. It made sense.

The loyal Blood Knight Lorian would never harm her lord.

Rather, with her face still covered in semen, she took her lord’s manhood—specifically the glans—into her mouth.

And then, as if feeding on blood, she sucked the remaining semen from his urethra.

Her throat made gulping sounds, and Luwellin surrendered to the pleasure that felt like it would break his waist, releasing sweet breaths.

Finally, his semen-soaked manhood left Lorian’s mouth.

And conversely, Lorian’s mouth was clean. There was no need to confirm she had swallowed everything.

But why? As Luwellin stared blankly.

Lorian delivered the final blow that could destroy Luwellin’s rationality:

She smiled brightly and opened her mouth. As if asking for more.

Luwellin opened his mouth, then closed it.

He wiped the semen from Lorian’s face with his hand, fed it to her mouth, and pressed his body against hers.

“This is your fault.”

It was exactly what Lorian was thinking too.